**Rosalie’s POV**

I sat in the car anxiously and feeling rather uncomfortable…I wasn’t sure where Dally was taking me all he said was he was taking me on a road trip to get to know me better. I was excited for that but also nervous because what if we didn’t get along or it just got really awkward?

I was startled out of my thoughts by a thud of a car door closing and realised Dally was now in the car. “Where are we going?” I asked quietly. He looked at me frowning and then back to the road “New York.” He simply stated and turned the key in the ignition to start the T-Bird, “New York? That’s like a 3 or 4 day drive away!” I exclaimed. “Yeah so get comfortable.” He sounded angry or annoyed but I couldn’t figure out why. “What’s wrong?” I ask him cautiously “Nothing.” He snaps and I decide to stay quiet. I turned the radio up and let Elvis blast through the speakers singing along to jailhouse rock which was one of my favourites. “You like Elvis?” Dally asked smirking and glancing over at me, I blushed a bright red and smiled slyly embarrassed by being caught out singing I did it most of the time without realising it. “Uh yeah…I think he’s the coolest.” I reply finally but quietly. “Cool me too.” Dally says his eyes trained on the road ahead he had seemed to calm down which was good. I wanted to ask him so many things but didn’t know where to start… “Can I ask you a question?” I mumble. He doesn’t answer straight away almost like he was contemplating whether to say yes or no but he shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Why are we going to New York?” “Road trip.” He simply stated. “Yes but why?” I push further “Because we are.” He snapped and I sunk down in my seat. He was like a pregnant female happy one moment ready to chop your head off the next. Then I realised he had no right to do this…he had no right to snap at me like that! “You can’t snap at me like that you know!” I grumble crossing my arms over my chest. “I can do what I want.” He protested “Yeah whatever but don’t you dare snap at me like that! I am a lady not a child!” I bark at him and glare. We didn’t speak for a while we just sat there him driving and me looking out the window.

**Dally’s POV**

“Yeah whatever but don’t you dare snap at me like that! I am a lady not a child!” she snapped back at me and it made me want to laugh a little. I didn’t say anything for a while after that because my thoughts were overtaken with childhood memories ones that I had been trying to forget for too long.

I was seven years old and sitting in my room playing with one of my few toys. I was rolling my red toy car around in front of me and making the sounds I imagined it would make when I heard feet come thumping down the hall towards my room. I quickly flicked my head up and stopped playing with my toy car, I knew it would be my father. He had never hit me before but he was always scary when he was drunk and would often insult me and tell me I was no good, he would only ever hit my mother and when that happened she would beg me to go to my room and I always would hence why I was in my room now. I crawled over to the corner and brought my knees up to my chest waiting for him to open my door. I heard the door swing open and his heavy breathing, “Boy! Stand Up!” he commanded and I immediately did as he said jumping to my feet. “Come here!” he said slurring his words together because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed. I hesitantly moved towards him slowly though because I was unsure of what he wanted. “Your mother’s in the kitchen go clean the bitch up!” and with that he stumbled to his room. I sprinted down the hall and towards the kitchen where I saw my mother lying beaten and unconscious on the white tile floor, her blood staining the tiles beneath her. Her face was almost unrecognisable one eye was swollen shut, her nose was bleeding and her lip was swollen and split, blood covered her face and her clothes. I walked over to the sink and wet a cloth, I walked back over to mother and gently dabbed the blood away. She groaned in pain which startled me a bit because I thought she had passed out. I hated seeing her like this, she was a genuinely good woman who had married and asshole.

I had wiped all the blood from her face and then gently sat her up leaning her against the counter. Then I heard the loud heavy thumps come from the hallway I protectively stood in front of mother shielding her from whatever attack he would inflict on her. He appeared from around the corner “What are you doing boy?” he slurred again. “I-I’m protecting her she doesn’t deserve this.” I say weakly but he just scoffed “What did you say to me boy?” he demanded. “You heard me!” I say anger clear in my voice. He took two strides towards me and smacked me across the face the next 5 minutes was of him repeatedly hitting me until I felt like I could no longer move.

That was the first time he had ever hit me and I could still remember as if it was yesterday…I was dreading seeing him again. I wouldn’t know what to say or if he was even still alive but I had to get answers and my best bet was from him.